What the Sith?
Summary - Takes place between Episode III and IV. (A New Hope, and Empire Strikes Back). Darth Sion (from the new SW game) is transplanted here, because his character fits the role I'm going to use him in. Important information is whisked away in the Falcon, and the two baddies want it!
It had been a long day, even for a Lady of the Sith. Minn sighed, and thumbed off her lightsaber. The bodies of stormtroopers lay at her feet, cauterised by the lone smuggler's blaster fire. The human male lay whimpering behind a bulkhead. Her second in command, a twilek male with mulitated headtails spoke. "Dei lkan dei?" Minn motioned D'arran to place energy cuffs on the human male. As her second in command did so, the human male had the nerve to glare at her, a mixture of revulsion and orgasmic pleasure. A rippling twist sent through the force, and Solo swirled into blackness.
The tawny haired Wookie was literally in pieces. Darth Sion had saw to that. I now saw through his eyes, at a scene of pure unadulturated chaos. Thousands of specialized stormtroopers, with Wookie proof armor and altered weapons were shooting at a herd of enraged Wookies. Sion was in the middle of the chaos, lopping off random appendages to even the fight between stormtrooper and Wookie. As I watched, Lord Sion directed energy from the heavies to hit the Wookies fleeing from the trees. I broke the connection, my attention returning to the Millenium Falcon's command console.
D'arran hands were flying over the command console, issuing orders to the other ship. "Nin dan ikki!" I noticed D'arran motioning over the lights for the escape pods; they were lit up like a Christmas tree. D'arran cursed..."Liken thi asdre!" or "my mother knew no songs..." a curse that really didn't bridge cultures at all. This only prolongs the chase....and gestured for D'arran to call the Mothership. D'arran's nimble fingers found his collar remote and paged for Tie fighter squadron 1123 to launch themselves in a wide search pattern.
I watched the viewscreens, seeing the grey fighters scramble. I walked up to the docking port, and boarded the Mothership. "Damage report - Kraken!" The first mate looked like he was caught with his hand in the honey jar. He snapped back to normal quickly enough. "Ma'am....we've received enough damage to jar open the airducts on level 9, and - the ship's port sheilds are weakening due to the strain." A single harghmmph, and Kraken almost fainted. He was, in fact, bone white. "Kraken, you little brainless dot...the power of this ship is immense, and yet....you....you...manage to wreak it!" The response was a mumbled one, stating that the ship engaged the entire rebellion fleet, and completely decimated it. He was interrupted, although by a thin trickle of blood dripping from his eyes. The graying imperial uniform slumped to the floor, and lay there.
"How impressive." The sarcastic edge of that voice never ceased to amaze me. "I can still feel his life, little girl." The ozone smell of Sion's lightsaber startled me, even through the rebreather that I wore. My reply was automatic. "Idiot Sion. You have to recalibrate your saber, or are you force deaf?" He ignored me, and strode past, and straight into his chambers. Leaving me at the complete mercy of the crew....
"Go back to your work, and Statin - get a medi-officier to check on Kraken here." The crew of the alien ship only continued to stare. "Don't force me to repeat myself..." Finally, with a moment's too long hesitation, they got back to work.
Summary - Takes place between Episode III and IV. (A New Hope, and Empire Strikes Back). Darth Sion (from the new SW game) is transplanted here, because his character fits the role I'm going to use him in. Important information is whisked away in the Falcon, and the two baddies want it!
It had been a long day, even for a Lady of the Sith. Minn sighed, and thumbed off her lightsaber. The bodies of stormtroopers lay at her feet, cauterised by the lone smuggler's blaster fire. The human male lay whimpering behind a bulkhead. Her second in command, a twilek male with mulitated headtails spoke. "Dei lkan dei?" Minn motioned D'arran to place energy cuffs on the human male. As her second in command did so, the human male had the nerve to glare at her, a mixture of revulsion and orgasmic pleasure. A rippling twist sent through the force, and Solo swirled into blackness.
The tawny haired Wookie was literally in pieces. Darth Sion had saw to that. I now saw through his eyes, at a scene of pure unadulturated chaos. Thousands of specialized stormtroopers, with Wookie proof armor and altered weapons were shooting at a herd of enraged Wookies. Sion was in the middle of the chaos, lopping off random appendages to even the fight between stormtrooper and Wookie. As I watched, Lord Sion directed energy from the heavies to hit the Wookies fleeing from the trees. I broke the connection, my attention returning to the Millenium Falcon's command console.
D'arran hands were flying over the command console, issuing orders to the other ship. "Nin dan ikki!" I noticed D'arran motioning over the lights for the escape pods; they were lit up like a Christmas tree. D'arran cursed..."Liken thi asdre!" or "my mother knew no songs..." a curse that really didn't bridge cultures at all. This only prolongs the chase....and gestured for D'arran to call the Mothership. D'arran's nimble fingers found his collar remote and paged for Tie fighter squadron 1123 to launch themselves in a wide search pattern.
I watched the viewscreens, seeing the grey fighters scramble. I walked up to the docking port, and boarded the Mothership. "Damage report - Kraken!" The first mate looked like he was caught with his hand in the honey jar. He snapped back to normal quickly enough. "Ma'am....we've received enough damage to jar open the airducts on level 9, and - the ship's port sheilds are weakening due to the strain." A single harghmmph, and Kraken almost fainted. He was, in fact, bone white. "Kraken, you little brainless dot...the power of this ship is immense, and yet....you....you...manage to wreak it!" The response was a mumbled one, stating that the ship engaged the entire rebellion fleet, and completely decimated it. He was interrupted, although by a thin trickle of blood dripping from his eyes. The graying imperial uniform slumped to the floor, and lay there.
"How impressive." The sarcastic edge of that voice never ceased to amaze me. "I can still feel his life, little girl." The ozone smell of Sion's lightsaber startled me, even through the rebreather that I wore. My reply was automatic. "Idiot Sion. You have to recalibrate your saber, or are you force deaf?" He ignored me, and strode past, and straight into his chambers. Leaving me at the complete mercy of the crew....
"Go back to your work, and Statin - get a medi-officier to check on Kraken here." The crew of the alien ship only continued to stare. "Don't force me to repeat myself..." Finally, with a moment's too long hesitation, they got back to work.